It’s as if the statue moved — just a hair But moved. With my own eyes I saw it turn, The gold glitter of the crown dance then spurn All sense to leave its place in the sun. The air Was charged with stained light and I knelt down there, Half in fear — yes — but I felt my soul yearn To touch a marble hem and thereby learn A secret of God that would be mine alone to share. There should be, I thought, music, but there was none. Only the wind through the choir loft — and my breath. All was as it had been, and I, the only one To see it, stood alone as at my own death. With dread I stepped forth, and yet I did so believing That no loving god could ever be so deceiving.

I agree – there is something amazing here – and very much in the spirit of Robert Bly, of whom I am an avid fan. Loved this line: “A secret God that would be mine alone to share.”… Amazing work Joseph – and extra special to hear your ‘spoken word’ — Love and Blessings ~ Robyn